Circle of influence

Lolo is the old man I pass by everyday. He and his friend are the first people I ever get to talk to in the mornings. On special days, he is with his furry little dog, Radar and he lets me play with her.

As I recount today’s accidents with the newly painted gate, I was struck with such adoration for the old man. He might’ve forgotten to stick a note of warning what with his age and all. And it’s okay! We all forget stuff.